Fourteen new pictures from inside the recent occupation at UCLA show the opening hours of the event from the perspective of a visiting student behind a cellphone. Although these photos are often shaky and blurry, they are valuable for revealing the messages students left on whiteboards that have surely all been erased by now. They enrich the outside understanding of the mood at the beginning of the occupation, when a ragtag band of adventurists was learning to shout with their own voice.

Other members of this jubilant youth strike force are encouraged to network with the uploader/picture taker by email. Your humble author was there from right after the beginning to right before the end and deeply regrets failing to exchange contact information. The student struggle in California can only grow on top of the foundations that have already been laid down. Here is a visual summary of some of the verbalizations of these foundations.

One of many offices where students updated the bureaucrats' whiteboards outside the door to reflect the reality of the situation. Other ones read "Zing! You got furlough'd!" but your humble photog's camera battery died before they could be immortalized.

Ironically, "Erase Nothing Improve Everything" was partially erased later in the day.

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Professionalism is the new jail
Careers are our courts
The boss is our judge
The kangaroo will see you now

The elevator, doubling as a strategic basement entrance, was shut down early by prescient students. You can see the button light on, the same state it was in all day and night. Our caution was vindicated when the snitch who called herself "Diedre" made a move for the elevator once she realized she'd been sniffed out. As with everything, the UCLA students lent vital local understanding to this statewide manifestation of the struggle.

Custodial workers were proudly mopping their hall when we took it over. These campus laborers are not only comrades but key members of our struggle, as illuminated by a terrifying situation in which a custodian was trapped inside while her boss threatened to fire her if she walked out through the only available exit, instead demanding that she walk out through the front door and confront her jefe. The boss then used the awkward situation to declare that we were holding her employee hostage, while the once-proud worker herself was paralyzed with fear. This interaction was one of many microcosms of the world just outside our doors, and one of many acts of psychological warfare by administration and bosses throughout the occupation.

A continuation on a theme.

Many flyers and other posted bills within Campbell Hall took on new meanings when it was transformed into Carter-Huggins Hall. Other flyers understated the situation by proclaiming that an individual professor or advisor would be out of the office "today" without specifying a date.

Another flyer, this one larger, which could hardly be more appropriate, especially because you can see your humble photographer without being able to make out any individually identifying details.

Scan my handwriting
Take my fingerprints
(They're on the black marker)
Expel me
Jail me
I will not shut up

In full relief.